The Faded Apartment
The building groaned under the weight of the shrapnel, a deep, tectonic sigh that seemed to rise from the foundations of the city itself, shaking the dust from the rafters and settling a fine, gray powder upon the shoulders of the two men who stood in the center of the room, the air thick with the smell of ozone and the metallic tang of blood that was not theirs but which had seeped into the...
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